We Met In A Smokey Ol' Barroom (And Split Up In A Musty Ol' Courtroom) (059)

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We met in a smokey ol' barroom,
And split up in a musty ol' courtroom.

So many memories in between,
So many places we'd gone and seen.
I just don't know where all the time went,
And I still don't know what it all meant.

Yeah ...

We met in a smokey ol' barroom,
And split up in a musty ol' courtroom.

And now, my dear, all that I have left
Are the should haves and a few could haves,
The whys, the why nots, the painful truths,
And the awful, awful lonesome blues.

Yeah ...

We met in a smokey ol' barroom,
And split up in a musty ol' courtroom.

I'm just wonderin' how you're doin',
Wonderin' what you might be thinkin'.
Maybe it wasn't so terribly bad,
Those nineteen years or so that we had.

Oh yeah, lemme tell ya' ...

We met in a smokey ol' barroom,
And split up in a musty ol' courtroom.

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© Copyright 2008. All rights reserved.
Truman T. Tiger aka Richard H. Schaefer
Inspired by the should haves, the could haves, the whys, the why nots,
the painful truths, and the awful, awful lonesome blues.
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